No less belov'd. The Roman Emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.
Imo. l'll follow, Sir. But first, an't please

the gods,
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha! strew'd his
And on it said a century of prayers, [grave,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and figh;
And, leaving so his service, follow you,.
So please you entertain me.

Luc. Ay, good youth, And rather father thee than master thee.. My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties. Let us Find out the prettiest dazied plot we can, And make him with our pikes and partizans A grave. Come, arm hiin t. Boy, he is preferrà By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd As foldiers can. Be chearful, wipe thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeuntá.

SCE N E. VIII.

Changes to Cymbeline's Palace.

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. Cyni. Again, and bring me word how 'tis with her, A fever with the absence of her fon; Madness, of which her life's in danger. Heav'ns! How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone! My Queen: Upon a desperate bed, and in a time When 'fearful wars point at me! Her fon gone, So needful for this present. It strikes me past The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,, Who needs must know of her departure, and.

Meaning her fingers. Johnson.
+ That is, Take him up in your arms. Hanmer. 1

Doft seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.

Pif. Sir, my life is yours,
I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains; why goues
Nor when the purposes return, 'Beleech your High-
Hold me your loyal servant.

[nels, Lord. Good my Liege, The day that she was missing he was here ; 1.dare be bound he's true, and shall perform All parts of his subje&tion loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, And will no doubt be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome ;
We'll flip you for a season, but our jealousy [To Pil
Does yet depend.

Lord. So please your Majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast, with a supply
Of Roman genilemen, by the Senate fent.

Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and Queen!. I am amaz'd with mater.

Lord. Good my Liege, Your preparation can affront* i no less: Than what you hear of. Come more, for more

you're ready ; The want is, but to put these powers in motion : That long to nove.

Cym. I thank you. Let's withdraw, And meet the time as it seeksals. We fear not? What can from Italy annoy us, but We grieve at chances here -Away. [Exeunt.

Pis. I heard + no letter from my master, since
I wrote him Imogen, was Nain.

'Tis strange ;
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
What is betid to Cloten, but remain
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.

Your forces are able to face such an army as we beas: the enemy will bring against us. Johnson. .

+ I've had no letter. Hanmcr.

Wherein I'm false, I'm honest; not true, to be true, 1 hese present wars shall find I love my country, Ex 'n to the note o'th' King, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts by time let them be clear'd; Fortune brings in some boats that are not steerd.

[Exit.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guid. The noise is round about us,
Beli Let us from it. .

Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock From action and adventure.

Guido Nay, what hope
Have we in hicing us this way the Romans-,
Mult or for Britons Nay us, or receive us
For barb'rous and unnatural revolts
During their use, and slay us afic..

Bel. Sons,
We'll higher to the mountains, there secure us.
To the King's party there's no going ; newness
of Cloten's deaih, we being not known, nor muster'd
Among the bands, may drive us to a rendert,
Where tre have liv'd, and so extort from us
That which we've done, whose answer would be
Drawn on with torture.

[death Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt, : In such a time, nothing becoming you, Not satisfying us.

Aru. It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes?
And ears so croy'd importantly as now,
That they will waste their tiine upon our notes
To know from whence we are.

Bel Oh, I am known
Of many in the army ; many years,

+ A render for a confefion. -

Tho' Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
From my remembrance. And, besides, the King
Hath not deserv'd iny service, nor your loves,
Who find in my exile the want of breeding;
The certainty of this hard life, aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd;
But to be still hot summer's tanglings, and
The shrinking Naves of winter.

Guid. Than be so,
Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to the army;
I and my brother are not known; yourself
So out of thought, and thereto lo o'ergrown,
Cannot be question'd.

Aro. By this fun that Mines
I'll thither ; what thing is it, that I never
Did see man die, scarce ever look'd' on blood,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison
Never bestrid a horse save one, that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel,
Nor iron on his heel? I am alham'd
To look upon the holy fun, to have
The benefit of his beit beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.

Guid. By Heav'ns I'll go ;
If you will bless me, Sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care ; but if you will not,
The hazard therefor due fall on me by
The hands of Romans !

Arv. So say I, Amen.

Bel. No reason I, fince of your lives you' set So flight a valuation, should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys; If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads ; and there I'll ly. Lead, lead. The time seems long: their blood thinks fcorn

[Aside. 'Til it fly out, and flew them princes born.

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.,

A Field between the British and Roman Camps.

Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief *.

Pofthumus. YEA CEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee ; for I wild Thou should be colour'd thus. You married

ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Must murder irives much better than themselves; For wrying but a little? Oh, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands; No bond, but tò do just ones. - -Gods, if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I ne'er Had liv'd to put on this; fo had you sav'd The noble Imogen to repent, and struck Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, To have them fall no more ; you some permit To second ills with ills, each elder worie, And make them dread it t-to the doer's thrift. . But Imogen's your own. Do your best wills, - ,

* The bloody token of Imogen's death, which Pisaonio, in the foregoing act, determined to send. Johnson.

+ The divinity-schools have not furnished juster abon fervations on the conduct of Providence, than Posthumus gives us here in his private reflections. You Gods, says he, act in a different manner with your different creatures;

You snatch some hence for little faults; thut's love, ,

To have them fall no more. Others, says our Poet, you permit to live on, to multiply. and increase in-crimes,

And make them dread it, to the doer's thrift. Here's a relative without an antecedent fubftantive;